Fus. Spoke like a kind Lacedemonian: I see yonder’s thy husband.
Vio. Ay, there’s the sweet youth, God bless him!
Fus. And how is’t, cousin? and how, how is’t, thou squall?[170]
Vio. Well, cousin, how fare you?
Fus. How fare I? for sixpence a-meal, wench, as well as heart can wish, with calves’ chaldrons,[171] and chitterlings;[172] besides, I have a punk after supper, as good as a roasted apple.
Cand. Are you my wife’s cousin?
Fus. I am, sir; what hast thou to do with that?
Cand. O, nothing, but you’re welcome.
Fus. The devil’s dung in thy teeth! I’ll be welcome whether thou wilt or no, I.—What ring’s this, coz? very pretty and fantastical, i’faith! let’s see it.